150 words #3

150 words #3

It was the first of the lovely summer evenings … the sun gone down, the water flat. The beach was packed. The dog, still a puppy, is almost the only one still on a lead. I don’t trust him to come back if he starts to run. And he isn’t my dog. We use a harness now,...
150 words #2

150 words #2

I watched him walk across the stage last night, and then his final solo with the band. And I was all the things a parent should be. Proud, relieved, excited. But while I slept it was as if all of the cliches gathered and came home to roost. And when I woke all I could...
150 words #1

150 words #1

This is the third year I’ve had this tree, the third year I’ve moved things out of that corner to fit it in. The first year it was me with two children. The tree was solid, but rootless still. What’s Christmas without metaphor? The second year we were four again but...